A few days later....4

It was a scorching day in the Firemoon Darkheavens’ fifth region. Blinding light shone down on an endless desert. These vast, desolate lands were filled with dunes, which were like waves of sand that went over the horizon. They sometimes resembled the spines of sleeping dragons. Shimmering heat waves rose up everywhere in this climate that was so hot it felt suffocating.1

Off in the distance, a sandstorm brewed, complete with screaming winds. There were also mirages everywhere that seemed to contain hidden hope. But what primarily prevailed was... deathly silence.0

It was just like the deathly silent people moving within the sandstorm. There was an enormous, blood-red chariot screaming through the tempest, some 3,000 meters from front to back. The chariot itself looked like the head of an enormous dragon, with the spine drifting behind it. As a matter of fact, this chariot actually was crafted from the bones of a dragon. And every single bone was covered in sealing marks that pulsed with a terrifying aura.4

Astonishingly, more than 300 forbidden mountains orbited above the dragon chariot. The interior of the skull was decorated lavishly, and someone was lounging inside. It was a young Firemoon Darkheaven...7